Sunday, May 03, 2009

Dead woman's tulips

For many years I was self-appointed inspector of snow-storms and rain-storms and did my duty faithfully.
- Thoreau

I need to get PhotoShop on this computer.
You can barely see the large yellow tulips at the base of the tree. Trust me: they're there.


I love days like this. Warm and cloudy, spring rains and the occasional glorious burst of sunshine and blue sky. I love to sit on the porch and listen to the rain falling on the roof. I love being surrounded by green and growing things. Feels as if Nature is trying to apologize for stripping all the leaves from the trees and leaving everything grey and brown and dead looking for months.

Winter? You must have been imagining it...

I feel compelled to blog about the yard again. This kind of post is great to read if you're having insomnia -- at least, a lot of people seem to drop off when I raise this topic. But I can't help it. It's fascinating to see what is popping up this year. Tulips that I've never seen in the stores, irises that I know full well I didn't plant, even that rose bush that I accidentally mowed down last year is making a comeback on the front lawn.

How can I mow with little tulips popping up through the grass?

I thought tulips only lived a year or two, but these bulbs must have been planted at least three years ago. It feels as if I'm living with someone else's yard, seeing the results of choices made by a woman who's been dead for a couple of years. Does that sound morbid? I just bothered to look up her obituary, and she didn't actually die in the house. I don't think anyone has died here. It's only 60 years old.

Lord knows I'm not psychic, but the old house I grew up in always felt as if it had a couple ghosts hanging around. (Yes, it did have a grave in the backyard, but I always assumed that was a pet's grave, or maybe a small child's grave. The headstone has some initials and RIP, but no dates. Did they bury humans in backyards 100 years ago? Somehow that doesn't sound likely.)

Oh. This is a blog devoted to exercise -- of the body rather than the imagination. So I should post something exercise-related.

Exercise du jour: 50 minutes running.
1/2

Only half a star. Jog/trudged for about 25 minutes. For some reason, my stupid foot started hurting halfway in and got steadily worse, until I finally decided I was making it worse by pounding on it every other step. Frustrating.




Plus bonus exercise of an hour or so of weeding. If I don't come back, you'll know the weeds got me. Make that three friggin' hours of weeding and mowing and sowing. Maybe I could hire a goat to keep the lawn trimmed.

5 comments:

Xenia said...

On the excavation I was at two years ago, they found a baby's grave in someone's backyard. Luckily it wasn't fresh. It dated to the 4th century AD. Having said all that, the area was probably a big ole field in that time.

Crabby McSlacker said...

It's so greeeeen!!!!

We're not quite there in New England yet, at least where I am. But lots of pretty flowers starting to pop up.

Is it necessary that someone die in the house to have ghosts? It would be kinda cool to have a ghost, I would think, as long as it wasn't too mischievious.

McB said...

My yard is very green, too, but I know what all is coming up. The plants and grass are soaking up all the drizzle. Really a lot of rain. I think Mother N is confused and thinks the east coast is the PNW.

If you get a goat it will probably eat the flowers, too. And the rosebush, the trees, parts of the patio, the fence, etc.

And think of all the productive exercise having a yard provides.

ferfm: we meant no harm. It was all fer fm.

JavaChick said...

You definitely can't mow down the tulip.

Since tulips grow from bulbs I figured they'd just keep going?

Merry said...

Oh, JavaChick, the neighbors don't appreciate tulips the way we do. I try mowing around the bulbs, but that looks funny too.

I read somewhere that most tulips don't keep going forever. I'm not sure if they were referring to the standard "store bought" tulips or all kinds. I hope these keep going.